As children we are taught those age-old idealistic sayings such as "the world is your oyster" and "the sky is the limit"; we are imbued with the free will of the Little Engine that Could, whose very will was sufficient to push him up the mountain; we are taught to `dream high' and `follow our heart'. And so our minds inquire and dream of the sun, the clouds, the ocean, and the earth, and in our creative imagination we soar to lofty heights above powder blue skies. We are the astronauts who peer like gods on the swirling globe, the fireman who clutches to the bright red engine, the movie star who squints in the blinding lights, the dreamer, the thinker, the idealist. We believe in ourselves and what endless possibilities we hold, until, one fine morning, we are jolted from our innocence and idealism, and from then...